One Type of Artistic Fate

If I could paint a picture true
Of sunny day, and waterfall,
I’d surely give it then, to you,
To hang up in your favorite hall

I’d my pour my love into this art
So you would see it, and recall —
Then you’d walk by it, every day,
And never look
At all

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant